Just beneath the skin, a puzzle-set within
All the bones that can be rattled and shattered and broken up
The head is connected to the neck and hanging by a thread
We do the dance of Death, we do the dance of Death
Each piece has a place, it's own familiar face
And teeth will drop like the petals of flowers blooming
One by one they fall out, buried in a graveyard where they rest
We do the dance of Death, we do the dance of Death
Put it back together (Shin bone)